too slow. but sharp as hell, how the heart slows down, then just stops. and it hurts. it's lasting. a tragedy to tuck away with the rest...
then you harden. and bring the temp down. you pull at the string that lets the blinds down, can't swallow that sun. you run to whatever will let you forget who you are, something that'll alter your chemical gun...
soon enough, the walls ease back to their place. your eye peeps open to blurry colors and the warm hot sun. it all rushes back, that kick in the gut. you knew it'd wait 'til you were ready, out it comes as quiet as those last moments, as soft as her fur...